The magician from the time of peace

Lamb's heart was almost broken. If time could go back 10 minutes, he would definitely stay where he was and do nothing!

Now turn back the time to 10 minutes ago, the young officer picked up the last of his subordinates from the water, and asked them to gather together for an impromptu combat meeting.

Then the crowd that had formed a group to listen to him suddenly split into a path, and a tall blond beauty in high-heeled military boots walked in front of Lamb with fast and steady steps like a heavenly soldier who had suddenly descended.

"Colonel Lamb Frey, the king has issued an order, and the command of this battlefield belongs to me for the time being." The blond lady took out a piece of parchment and threw it in Lamb's hand, who wanted to put his eyes on the order book , but it can only be admitted that this document was issued by the king himself.

When he lowered his head to study the documents, the blond lady had already shouted: "I am the newly appointed head of the country's magicians, Marie, I hope you can cooperate with me and give Nefer a surprise attack. Now all the magicians come out List--"

Lamb quickly threw down the paper and followed him: "What attack are you preparing for? The enemy has a powerful and unknown force to help, I'm afraid..."

"Colonel Lamb, are you a magician?" Marie cut him off.

"Uh... not."

"Then please step back, I only need the power of a magician now," Marie tilted her head, "No, if an alchemist can cooperate with this attack, he can get twice the result with half the effort, but knights are of no help to the current battle situation."

As a knight, Lamb argues: "What I want to say is not our professional arrangement, but that the enemy's battlefield is too powerful. It's better not to act rashly before you understand the opponent's situation."

"Colonel Lamb, are you giving an order? I am the current commander. There is no need for two commanders on one battlefield." Marie sternly accused, and then said confidently: "Never's foreign aid may be very powerful, But I'm sure he's no better than ours."

Lamb watched as she carefully took out a parchment scroll wrapped in a fireproof cloth from her arms, and asked blankly, "What is this?"

"This is left by Victory's best magician." Mari, who was showing his aura, showed a girlish longing expression for the first time, "Although he passed away unfortunately, but look at the scroll he left behind, it is perfect. The formation, the elegant strokes, and the innovative formula are simply perfect! Although he only studies water attribute magic, he must be a better magic master than Portiffany!"

Lamb glanced at it secretly, and was immediately dazzled by a bunch of characters. He silently withdrew his eyes, not wanting to participate in the magician's world at all.

Anyway, magicians are a bunch of heretics who don't believe in religion.

Marie was still talking, pulling a lock of her blond hair, her expression on her face was more loving than a bouquet of roses: "It's a pity that he died too early, and there are not many scrolls left for us, but Look at this prayer array, it should be level [-] water magic, but through the deformation of this stroke, the magic power can repeat the flow trajectory to achieve maximum utilization efficiency, so this scroll has the power comparable to level [-] magic, you know level [-] magic What is the concept? That requires—"

"Please get down to business." Lamb interrupted her unbearably, and he swore he would never talk to the magician again in his life.

"Ahem, okay, then please leave." Marie called the magicians to form a circle and held a small meeting.

Lamb and a group of knights and swordsmen squatted pitifully on the periphery like abandoned stray dogs, but even if they were given the right to listen, they would never listen.

After the mages discussed it, they hit it off and felt that this was a perfect idea. They all eagerly lifted their robes and eagerly wanted to contribute to this amazing water magic right away.

Marie directed the alchemist to clear a piece of dry land on the water-stained road, and the magician who had no sense of the water element was responsible for drawing a magic circle on the ground—this magnificent water magic formation also came from Because of the "relic" of a mysterious mage—the mage who has the ability to drive water elements began to meditate to recharge his energy for the next attack.

Lamb retreated a few steps silently, and gave the main field to the lady who came out of nowhere, but the latter immediately shouted: "Stop, knights, after the magic is over, you are responsible for the charge, and it is your job to clean up the enemy at the end!"

Lamb learned to behave, instead of arguing with a powerful magician, he just nodded.

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Marie looked up at the sky, and the golden curly hair slid down her cheeks, making her look a little softer than her character.When the cloud moved to the position she expected, Mari suddenly pulled the scroll in her hand, a huge magic circle emerged out of thin air, soft and harmless clouds gathered in front at a speed visible to the naked eye, and this man-made rain was pattering down stand up.

Lamb looked at it curiously. He never thought that magic could really change the weather. Although it was only a small area, it was something their hand-to-hand combat system would never be able to do.

After finishing using the scroll, Mari threw away the parchment with the faded text, turned around and went to the place where their magicians gathered, ready to turn into a force and devote herself to the main magic attack at any time.

Lamb watched Neverl's camp from the fringes of the battle like a watchdog.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and even his position was affected, and some drizzle came—fortunately, he was already soaked.

The drizzle blocked his vision a bit, and he couldn't see the situation on the other side clearly, so he had no choice but to go back home to see how the group of magicians were doing.

If time could go back to this point, Lamb swears he would never take those few steps!

Because of the previous water magic and this rain praying spell performed by the same person, their already crumbling military flag fell down and was washed by the current to the feet of Lamb more than ten meters away.

Really, although this is just an ordinary charge flag, the morale will be greatly reduced when the flag falls. Lamb shook his head, took a few steps forward, and bent down to pick up the flag.

Then he heard a majestic sound of water coming from far and near.

At first Lamb thought it was just the sound of the increasing rain, but then he found that the raindrops falling on his body were still so harmless, but the sound of thunderous water poured into his ears at an extremely fast speed .

When he narrowed his eyes to carefully identify the source of the sound, the huge wave was only tens of meters away from him.

"No way!!"

Lamb yelled, dropped the flag that was in the way, and ran away.

But is there anyone in the world who can survive a tsunami?No matter how strong Colonel Lamb is in the army, no matter how good his swordsmanship is, it is impossible for him to compete with a wave of nearly a hundred magicians.

As he was sucked into the current, he was thinking: Damn magician! !Damn Mary! ! !

When he slammed into the roadside tree trunk with great force, he was thinking: Now all the people in Nefer must be wiped out!

When he desperately grabbed the washed away tree trunk and breathed oxygen with all his strength, he was thinking: No matter who it is, save him quickly! ! !

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Mari, who commanded the complete team, flicked her blond hair: "It's perfect, Colonel Lamb, the command is back to you. Huh? Colonel Lamb?"

"Report, Colonel Lamb is still at the front of the battlefield." The soldier replied.

"No, it's not particularly safe there," Marie muttered, "But the position he was in just now was still a little far away from the water formation, so he shouldn't be so stupid as to be dragged into it."

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Pain pain!The ribs must be broken!

Lamb coughed violently, and gradually regained consciousness.

Wait, he's not dead?In this case, he could not die, it must be because he prayed to the goddess Vera every day.

The pain in the ribs was slowly subsiding, and Lamb was a little surprised. Did someone save him, and it was a priest?A priest who can heal can be revered as the leader of the red dress. Why can he appear on such a remote battlefield?

Could it be that Goddess Vera sent it specially?

"Philly, what's going on?"

Oh oh oh, that sound is so nice!Lamb tried to open his eyes to see the appearance of the goddess, but his eyelids were so heavy that he could only continue to listen.

"I can't die."

Wow, this tone is super indifferent, it's hard to get along with once you hear it.

"It's really amazing. If you use it properly, level three magic can kill a person, but if you want to heal a person, you must use magic above level seven."

"Water magic above level seven."

The pleasant voice laughed a few times: "Yeah, like me, I will never be able to save people. Phil is really amazing."

Um?Wait, so the one who saved him wasn't this man with a nice voice?Lamb opened his eyes with all his strength, probably the healing magic had worked, and he finally opened his eyes.

The width of the sky is exactly the same as before... Is this the battlefield?

Lamb's eyeballs slowly moved down, my God!Why is there a person half-kneeling in front of him with an impatient expression like wanting to kill, and one hand is still pressed on his stomach!

"Ah, are you awake?" The pleasant voice that had been talking just now sounded from the side, and Lamb turned his head quickly.

"Thank you..." Lamb's tongue froze when he was only halfway through the words of thanks.

Why would someone be so beautiful!

The blond hair made him unable to move his eyes, and the blue eyes seemed to suck him in—he had completely forgotten that Mari, who was gnashing his teeth just now, was also blond—he was even more beautiful than the statue of Vera in the temple. How beautiful it is.

Oh no, Lamb hurriedly lowered his head and made a sign of the cross on his chest. There is no more noble existence in the world than the goddess Vera.He repeated it five times quickly in his heart, and raised his head.

God he smiled at me!How come these eyes are more beautiful than the moon in the sky when they are bent!Lamb grabbed the clothes on his chest with his hands halfway through the cross: I know, he is definitely an envoy sent by the goddess, otherwise how could he have the aura to compete with the goddess!

"Are you okay, do you still feel uncomfortable?"

"I, I, I'm very good!" Lamb turned abruptly: "My name is Lamb, what's your name?"

Lamb Frey, aged 24, fell in love one-sidedly.

"My name is Meris, and he is Felix." Meris, who knew nothing about being compared to a goddess by two people at the same time in one day, smiled friendly and introduced herself.